All comfort, joy, in this most gracious lady, K. Hen. What is her name? Thank you, good lord archbishop; Cran. K. Hen. Elizabeth. Stand up, lord.~~ [The King kisses the Child. With this kiss take my blessing: God protect thee! Cran. Amen. K. Hen. My noble gossips, ye have been too prodigal : I thank ye heartily; so shall this lady, When she has so much English. Cran. Shall still be doubled on her: truth shall nurse her, She shall be lov'd, and fear'd: Her own shall bless her: Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow: Good grows with her: In her days, every man shall eat in safety [Nor shall this peace sleep with her: But as when- As great in admiration as herself; So shall she leave her blessedness to one, (When heaven shall call her from this cloud of darkness) Who, from the sacred ashes of her honour, Shall star-like rise, as great in fame as she was, Shall be, and make new nations: He shall flourish, To all the plains about him :-Our children's children K. Hen. Thou speakest wonders.} To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her. Thou hast made me now a man; never, before This happy child, did I get any thing: This oracle of comfort has so pleas'd me, That, when I am in heaven, I shall desire To see what this child does, and praise my Maker.- [Exeunt. EPILOGUE. 'Tis ten to one, this play can never please All that are here: Some come to take their ease, And sleep an act or two; but those, we fear, We have frighted with our trumpets; so, 'tis clear, They 'll say, 'tis naught: others, to hear the city Abus'd extremely, and to cry,—that's witty! Which we have. not done neither: that, I fear, All the expected good we are like to hear For this play at this time, is only in The merciful construction of good women; For such a one we show'd them; If they smile, And say, 'twill do, know, within a while All the best men are ours; for 'tis ill hap, If they hold, when their ladies bid them clap. |